27.3.10

(pictured: Bryana Knight, me, Cathy Brown, Wan Yi Fang)
POLITICAL PRESS: Reporting from Palma, Cathy Brown was spotted this week on her bi-annual visit to the island. Cathy's publicly-made visit was a gesture of political candor to maintain correspondance with her prized and only daughter, Annie. Strolling the stone streets together, they hit chic restaurants, shops, hair salons and even a few educational tourist attractions to demonstrate their various interests. Between their busy touring and social schedules, they found time for some diplomatic photo shoots around the island at famous sites and with important local figures.

(pictured: Cathy Brown, me, Antonia Puig Ledesma)
The two discussed their governing philosophies, cultural tastes, and moral ideals and reached an accord at the 2010 AnnieLand - CathyTown summit meetings. The mother-daughter power couple summed up their conference with the following synopses:

AnnieLand: Where salt water is the cure to everything: sweat, tears or the sea.

Citizens and vacationers visit this fictitious getaway to relax in a colorful environment, enjoy music from around the world, and experiment with their fashion using whimsical styles. Body paint, blending art with architecture and serving the community are in style. Eco-friendly living, outdoor sports, and meeting new people (be they exotic, eclectic, or plain Janes) are musts.

CathyTown: Where "C" is for "classy".

In this ideal metropolitan community jay-walking is legal, cars are bat-mobiles, and all hail golf and their accountants. A trendy fun city with loads of bars, restaurants and modern architecture. The city even has its own museum district nearby the world-renown theater quarter. Domestic goddesses and housewives are at a minimum- instead they all have jobs and are at the helm of the family. Patience is a virtue and reading books is a required activity.

8.3.10

After pushing through a Sunday soccer game and pulling through on top I went to a friend's house to play the infamous instrumental video game, Rock Band. With two Americans and two Spaniards, lots of Span-glish was spoken, a language perfected by all Spanish natives thanks to American cinema, the tv show Family Guy and pop music.

Not only did we play the original Rock Band game, but topped it off with a round of the special AC/DC edition and screeched and screamed through the lyrics of "Hells Bells", "Highway to Hell", and "You Shook Me All Night Long".

My favorite part was seeing two boys in the bodies of giant men (of ages 34 and 36) imitate their idols on the ground by kicking, spinning, playing plastic guitars and singing.

Afterward, we ate KFC wings, hot sauce and beer from cans to truly complete our American dreams for the evening. It was an even trade- we teach them how to be American, they teach us Spanish, and we all master the Span-glish culture.